When Michael was putting Jackson to sleep tonight, Grampa took some time to read Noah a bed-time story. There's something magical about watching your father read to your son. It's almost like seeing a glimpse back in time when he'd read to me when I was a child. I can't fully explain how dear he is to my heart...my sweet father. He is my hero. I simply adore him. THESE are the moments to remember.
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